I remember that bag of Special Doper I bought from that strange hippie dude at Burning Man a few years ago. That shit was primo! I was blasted off my ass for days!
As the late, great George Carlin said, “I’ve been pre-wash, pre-cooked, pre-heated, pre-screened, pre-approved, pre-packaged, post-dated,
freeze-dried, double-wrapped, vacuum-packed and, I have an unlimited broadband capacity.”
I’m special but not in the way most dopers accuse me… Usally of being a bad speller, or a dumb ass or totally off topic. Those are all true but not what makes me special.
I’m bionic. I have a battery taken off the space shuttle in my back that is rechargeable for 200 years. I recharge myself every 6 months from a wall socket.
I have a neurotransmitter in my head.
I am waiting for the upgrade so I can scale tall buildings and understand men.
Shouldn’t that be “only if Nobody is a Special Doper is Nobody a Special Doper”? But by virtue of being a Doper, if everybody is a Special Doper then Nobody is a Special Doper too!
Are we having a Sesame Street Special or something? And why am I having these cravings for The Incredibles?